Seventh Reincarnation
Destruction of the Village
In front of Ars, the once prosperous village is now in a state of disarray. Many houses were destroyed, and there were corpses of all kinds of Rebel Spirits scattered on the ground.
“Areishia!”
He stepped into the village when he heard the sound of battle.
“Kwebek Kwebek Kwebek.”
Arriving at the square, Ars sees a large frog as tall as a human, and fighting it is a young blond girl wielding a one-eyed sword that shines silver.
He certainly recognized the beautiful girl. After all, Ars has lived one roof with him for almost two years.
At first, he wanted to kill the frog, but seeing Areishia's fighting ability, he decided to watch from the side.
If something happens, it's not too late for him to help.
“Kwebek!”
The frog smashed the surrounding buildings with its long tongue and stepped its feet into the square outside the arena.
“No I will let!”
With a one-step leap, Areishia pierced the frog's ankle with a sword.
“Kwebekkkk!”
The frog let out a destructive roar. While the shock seemed to throw anything at all, Areishia held onto the sword that pierced her.
The frog's eyes burned with anger, looking at the figure of Areishia at his feet.
It roared again and swung its poisonous tongue.
Areishia drew out her sword and jumped back, the sword in her hand responding to her feelings
He kicked the ground and jumped. The sword once again danced in the air.
Then the glittering sword split the frog's body exactly in two.
“Hah Hah Hah.
Using the sword to support her body from falling down, Areishia panted, and beads of sweat ran down her forehead.
“That's the last..”.
This was the first time Areishia had fought, her body swayed and her body collapsed backwards.
“Mrs!” The voice of the Sword Spirit, Terminust Est sounded in Areishia's mind.
Before he fell to the ground, Ars caught him first.
“Rest, Areishia, the rest leave it to me.”
Seeing that it was Ars, Areishia's tense nerves gradually relaxed.
“Thank God... Brother Ars is fine..”
“Stupid, I should have said that.”
Seeing him still worrying about him, Ars smiled helplessly.
Suddenly the sword in Areishia's hand emitted a white luster, then transformed into a little girl around 10 to 11 years old.
“You must be a High Ranking Spirit, keep Areishia for me.”
Putting Areishia on top of the haystack, she instantly guessed the identity of the silver-haired little girl.
“That's natural, I belong to Madam, I definitely take care of her.” Est's voice contained no emotion and her expression was flat like the heroine in the CEO novel.
“Um, I hand you over, little girl.”
Not knowing his name, Ars called him that. Rubbing his little head, he would eradicate the remaining Rebel Spirits.
Areishia thought she had defeated all the Rebel Spirits, but she missed a few of them.
On the other hand, Est raised her hand and touched her newly touched head.
She's confused... When Areishia stroked her head, she somewhat refused. However, this time Est did not feel any resistance from the man she had just met, this left her perplexed.
Unaware of Est's thoughts, Ars looks up to the sky and discovers several bird-shaped Rebel Spirits watching the village.
“There are many things I want to ask, first of all resolve all these Rebel Spirits.”
The ground beneath Ars's feet cracked to form a small crater, then jumped into the sky.
Although it could not fly, the toughness of the Void Imperfection Physique allowed it to leap from the mainland to the moon if he wanted to.
*Swoosh*
*BOOM*
Ars punches one of the birds and explodes into a blood mist with a single blow.
*Swoosh*
*BOOM*
*Swoosh*
*BOOM*
*Swoosh*
*BOOM*
In just a few seconds, Ars has wiped them all out.
Seeing no more threat, he descended to the village. He rushed to the side of Areishia, and did not care for the villagers around him.
Seeing the girl still asleep on the haystack, Ars breathed a sigh of relief.
Carrying Areishia in the princess' arms, Ars wanted to go home.
Just walking a few steps, an old man around 60 years old was standing in front of him.
“Wait a minute, Ars. As the village chief, I thank you for saving this village.”
“You thanked the wrong person, the village chief. Areishia did it.”
“Of course, we are very grateful to him.”
Then Ars asks what really happened to the village chief.
According to the village chief, suddenly a swarm of Rebel Spirits appeared and attacked the village.
This attack was too sudden and many villagers were killed. Even if they were ready, there was nothing they could do.
The difference between Rebel Spirits and ordinary humans was like comparing a world-class boxing athlete to a three-year-old.
When everyone was desperate, Areishia fought the Rebel Spirits.
With his incredible fighting abilities, he single-handedly fought against dozens of Rebel Spirits.
Everyone was astonished to see the orphan and the shepherd girl had such great strength. In addition to her initial predicament, Areishia gradually adapted to her strength and defeated the Rebel Spirit.
“Rebel Spirit Attacks, huh... This is the first time they have attacked in groups.” Ars does not know the reason for this incident. Seeing Areishia in his arms, he threw the thought aside, then thanked the village chief.
Next to Ars, the silver-haired little girl who was the Sword Spirit, followed him without a sound.
On the way home, Ars saw people crying while hugging their dead relatives.
(What's with that look.).
His sharp perception realized the people around him were staring at him with complex emotions like sadness, anger, and... The hatred?
It was as if they were blaming Ars and Areishia for the death of their loved ones.
“Hmph, blaming others is indeed the easiest way.”
Ars has lived for over a millennium. He has seen a variety of people. Seeing the reaction of the survivors, they blamed her and Areishia for failing to save their relatives.
About this, he was too lazy to respond and increased his walking speed under the negative gazes of dozens of villagers.
“Thank God, our home is fine.” Ars said take it into the house.
Perhaps due to the location of Areishia's house on the outskirts of the village and no other houses, the Rebel Spirit was too lazy to come.
Putting Areishia into bed, Ars covered her with a blanket, then turned his attention to the little girl who had been silent from earlier.
“Who are you?” Ask Ars.
“Human vocal organs are unable to pronounce my real name, so call me Terminust Est.”
The clear purple eyes of the silver-haired beautiful girl met Ars' deep red gaze.
“Too long, I'll call you Est.”
“Good.”
Est recalled the experience of failing to persuade Areishia, she gave up on doing the same to the man in front of her.
Then the question and answer session began.
Ars will ask and Est will answer.
After knowing all the things he wanted to know, Ars remembered the goats in the meadow were still not picked up.
Not wanting to disturb Areishia's sleep, Ars asks Est to look after her, then he goes to the meadow.
The sun was almost setting and the sky was turning orange.
It's time for the nocturnal animals to look for the masang. However, Ars's aura made the ferocious beasts not dare to disturb him and he safely picked up dozens of goats for underworld back to the village.